[Aster]
The fire cast flickering shadows on the cave ceiling, and the only sound breaking the silence was the occasional snap of burning wood. That night, Aster lay wide awake while the girls slept, staring at the shadows dancing above, unable to close his eyes even for a mont. Silvia's soft breaths tickled his chest as she clung to his side, his hand lazily drawing circles on her naked back, feeling the bones of her spine.
— "Ugh... this damn spell," Aster muttered under his breath, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what he'd done wrong. 'It worked before. I was able to control my mana without any issues. So why not now? Why couldn't I do it tonight?' he wondered, his brows furrowing.
'Maybe it's because Silvia was awake this ti?' Aster thought, glancing down at her. He saw the back of her head resting against his chest; her soft cheek pressed to his skin. Her long, silver hair sprawled all around, serving as a second blanket for her brother. 'No... Her mana felt the sa...' he sighed, gently running his fingers through Silvia's silky hair.
— "I just don't get it," he sighed, shifting slightly to ease the discomfort of his throbbing penis trapped between his thighs, hidden away from the girls. The pain was making it hard to think.
'Wait, could it be... the reason?' Aster wondered, carefully pulling the blanket down and slowly parting his legs; his little guy nearly sprang free from the confinent of his pale thighs. 'Yeah... that must be it,' he realized, looking at his penis over his sister's head, seeing it pointed directly at her sleeping face, throbbing painfully and pulsating in rhythm with each beat of his heart.
'This explains it. That's why I couldn't control the spell. The pain was too distracting. Ugh,' Aster grunted, rubbing his forehead in frustration. 'Alright... I just need to figure out how Mom did it... It should be simple, right? She did it so easily,' he thought, taking a deep, calming breath. He cautiously gripped his penis with his fingers, feeling the pulsating veins, and closed his eyes. His right hand remained tangled in Silvia's hair.
'Now I just need to rember what Mom did... I'm just going to... move it like this, I guess...' he thought, slowly stroking himself. His sister's head stayed on his chest, slightly bobbing with each movent of his hand. 'Yeah, okay, it feels good... I think.'
The image of his mother's flushed face appeared in his mind, looking down at him, soft breasts gently swaying with the rhythm of her hand movents. 'Oh, those movents were sothing else...' Aster smiled at the thought.
One minute beca two, then five, ten. Aster continued to stroke his hard penis, but nothing happened. His hand throbbed painfully, and it didn't feel as good as when his mother helped him. His other hand gently patted his sister's head, fingers running through her locks.
'Ugh... What the hell am I doing wrong?' Aster sighed, releasing the grip and looking at his mother.
She slept beside them, her hand resting on Silvia's waist. 'Should I wake her up and ask for advice?' he thought, watching her sleeping face. Her lips were parted slightly, allowing quiet breaths to escape. Her eyelashes twitched occasionally, and her eyes moved left and right underneath the eyelids, probably from having a dream. 'Well... There's nothing wrong with just asking, I guess. Maybe I'm doing sothing wrong and just don't know it.'
After carefully lifting his sister's head from his chest, Aster quietly moved around the bed, softly tapping his mother's shoulder to wake her. "Mom," he whispered, waiting patiently. No response. He placed his hand on her bare shoulder, gently shaking her. "Mom," he said again.
"Hmm?" Nivalis groaned quietly, her eyes slowly fluttering her long eyelashes, revealing her blue, tired eyes. "What is it, sweetie?" she mumbled, covering her face with her hand.
Aster moved closer to her ear, trying to be quieter. "Mom, I think I know why the spell was harder to control this ti..." he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.
Nivalis, still foggy from sleep, pulled her hand away from her face but kept her eyes shut. "Why's that, sweetheart?" she asked, whispering just as quietly.
— "Well... Do you rember... " he muttered, looking at the fire in the distance. "What we're not supposed to rember?" he added, hoping his mother would get the hint.
It took Nivalis a mont to understand what he ant, but when she did, her eyes flew open, her heart missing a beat. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard, "You an when I... uh, helped you with your... pain?" she asked, her eyes eting her son's, his face close to her.
— "Y-yeah..." Aster muttered, his eyes darting around the room. "I think I can't focus right because of it," he mumbled, glancing at her blue eyes, seeing how they darted nervously between his golden ones.
Nivalis blinked, processing his words. "So, you're saying the problem is... your thingy?" she whispered, trying to take a glance at his penis, but his position prevented her from doing so. "Is it in pain again?" Nivalis asked him right away, a worried expression appearing on her face.
— "It's been hurting for three days now," Aster explained, watching her blue eyes widen in surprise.
"Three days?!" Nivalis exclaid, her voice too loud.
— "Shh," Aster hushed her, glancing at his sister.
"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Nivalis whispered, trying to remain calm. She sat up, the blanket covering her slid down, revealing her big, naked breasts and soft, pink nipples. "I told you it's not healthy to keep it like that for too long," she sighed, frowning down at him.
— "I didn't want you to worry about it. Not after what happened..." Aster mumbled, looking back at his mother, unable to move his eyes higher past her big, pale breasts. "And I thought it might go away on its own. But it did not."
"Show it to ," Nivalis commanded, motioning for him to get up.
Aster hesitated but complied, getting on his knees and putting his hands behind his back. "Uh, I tried to do it myself while you two were sleeping... But it's not working. It just hurts more. So, yeah," he explained, awkwardly presenting his penis to his mother. "Is there any other way to do it?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Nivalis looked at her son's small penis. It twitched and pulsed as if begging for her touch to soothe the pain. The firelight danced off the smooth, pink head that peeked out from his foreskin. His completely smooth, cute little balls shifted with every breath he took, looking incredibly fragile. "Alright... Like I said, I can't help you like I did last ti. It's just horrible, honey. We can't do it," Nivalis sighed, shaking her head.
— "I know... I know. I am not asking for you to do anything. But there has to be so other way. I need to know how to deal with it by myself so that it doesn't distract like today," Aster said, looking at his sister. "We can't ignore this... Not when I can hurt her accidentally because of sothing stupid like this," he mumbled, his gaze returning to his mother.
Nivalis sighed, taking a mont to think, then continued. "Yes, you're right... We can't ignore it. This is bad news if it affects your magic... You are the only one who can protect us, honey," she mumbled, touching her forehead montarily. "Not to ntion how unhealthy it is to keep your thingy this way for days! You might have problems with it as you grow up," she added, looking down at the angry-looking little penis and then back at her son's face. "You need to tell right away when it happens from now on. Alright?"
Aster nodded, "Okay, Mom. I will," he promised.
"Okay, I have an idea. Show what you did," Nivalis ordered, nodding towards his penis. "I'll try to tell you what you're doing wrong, and maybe we'll be able to find a solution together, okay?" she smiled, trying to look more confident than she felt, watching her son's fingers wrap around his penis and begin to stroke himself slowly.
— "Like this," Aster mumbled, moving his hand up and down.
"Hmm... And you said it doesn't feel good?" Nivalis asked, watching his every stroke. "I don't see anything wrong."
— "Only a little. It hurts more than it feels good... Especially when I pull it down," he explained, continuing to stroke, his gaze darting between her face and her large breasts.
"Really? Try a little bit faster," Nivalis suggested, tilting her head.
— "O-okay," Aster replied, speeding up his hand.
"And try squeezing harder," Nivalis said, frowning as she leaned closer to get a better look. But even after more than ten minutes, nothing seed to change. Aster's expression remained the sa, devoid of any pleasure, the pain clear as day.
"Ugh, this is ridiculous. Why isn't it working?" Nivalis frowned, watching her son's hand move on his small penis. The sll of his sweat filled the air. "Alright, stop," she sighed, gesturing for him.
Aster let go, and his small penis stood erect, throbbing angrily at his mother. "Did I do sothing wrong?" he asked, panting softly.
"No, no. It's not your fault, sweetie. I guess it's just how your body works," Nivalis reassured him, looking around the cave. "We'll figure it out, don't worry," she whispered, her gaze returning to her son's painful erection. It was hard to believe such a small, innocent-looking penis could cause so much trouble.
"Let's try humping again, alright? Just like the other day, maybe it will help this ti," Nivalis suggested, using part of the blanket she was covered with to make a soft pile for him to rub against. The other half of the blanket still covered the sleeping girl.
— "Alright," Aster nodded, crawling over, his throbbing penis touching the fabric. He started to move his hips, facing his mother as he did so.
"Move your hips faster," Nivalis said, her blue eyes locked on the pink tip of his penis that showed with every thrust of her boy, just a step away from his sister. Again and again, he repeated the movent, panting and sweating, maintaining eye contact with his mother. His little guy painfully throbbed with pain with each push, sending sharp jolts through him. The fabric was low quality and wasn't very soft to the touch.
"Hmm, try changing the angle a bit," Nivalis suggested, trying to find a way to make it work.
— "Like this?" Aster asked, shifting his hips a little, keeping the sa speed.
"Yes... Do you feel anything?" Nivalis asked, watching the tip of his penis appear and disappear with each push.
"No, not really," Aster panted, still moving his hips. "Just pain."
"Ugh, damn it. It's not working," Nivalis frowned, nibbling on her fingernail. "I don't understand... What are we doing wrong?" she wondered, eyes darting between his crotch and his face.
— "I have no idea..." Aster mumbled, slowing down. "What else can we do?" he asked, looking up at his mother, sweat rolling down his forehead. He continued to sit on the pile, panting, his tiny penis sticking straight up, pulsating wildly.
"Well... Hmm..." Nivalis mumbled, considering every possible option. She couldn't stroke her son again. She just couldn't. It is not an option. No way.
After a mont of quiet, Nivalis broke the silence, "There's sothing... I think. I'm not sure if it'll help, though. It's still wrong, sweetheart... But not as wrong as... stroking it," she muttered, avoiding his gaze. "Here, try to... hump my leg..." she said, shifting her leg closer to him.
— "Your leg?" Aster asked, confused.
"Just try, okay?" Nivalis whispered, waiting for him to straddle her leg.
— "Alright..." Aster sighed, placing his legs on either side of her leg, his small bottom resting on her foot. He gripped her knee for balance. "Like this?" he asked, his small balls pressing against her smooth skin.
"Yes, just move your hips like before," Nivalis said, looking away, her cheeks burned with embarrassnt. Her heart raced in her chest from the feeling of her son's penis touching her skin, a feeling no mother should experience.
— "Ugh... this is a bit better, I think..." Aster mumbled, pushing his hips against his mother's leg. His penis slid up and down while the foreskin remained in place. It felt different, indeed. The texture of her skin was soft, warm, and much smoother than the rough blanket. It felt good, but the pain was still there.
"Is it helping?" Nivalis asked, glancing at him. Her son was too focused on his movents to respond, his eyes fixed on her pale thigh. "Honey?" she asked again, getting his attention.
"Ugh... I'm trying..." Aster answered, wrapping his legs and arms around her leg, pressing his small body tightly against her. The boy quickened his movents; his hips moved rapidly, thrusting his little penis against her, his face buried in her soft thigh. The hint of pleasure was there, but he couldn't quite reach it, not with the intense pain the grinding caused.
Nivalis' heartbeat increased, her breaths becoming shallower. It felt wrong. Incredibly wrong. She saw how his little butt moved up and down, felt how his small testicles slapped against her skin, how his little head pulsated against her. Like an animal in heat, he desperately humped her leg again and again, panting and groaning. Nivalis closed her eyes, taking a deep, calming breath as her son kept doing his best.
The sll of sweat was everywhere, and not only Aster's but hers as well, from all her embarrassnt and guilt. One minute, two, five... the sounds of his groans and the sound of his little balls slapping against her skin, the feeling of his nails digging into her thigh... "Are you... close, honey?" Nivalis asked, forcing her eyes open, trying to calm her racing heart.
Aster just glanced up, eting her blue eyes. The painful look in his golden eyes was the only answer she got. All her instincts scread at her to stop this madness, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her boy was in pain, and it was her job as a mother to take care of her child. No matter how embarrassing it was. Maybe he just needs a bit of encouragent to make it work.
She moved her leg slightly, matching her son's rhythm, increasing the friction. "You can do it. You can make it, sweetie."
His nails dug deeper, making her wince, his hot, wet breath blowing on her skin. His thrusts grew more rapid, erratic, and desperate. "Good, good... Co on, just a bit more..." she encouraged him, looking down at him, unable to hide the pity and sadness in her eyes. "It's almost over..."
— "M-mom... it hurts..." Aster groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. His hands clutched her thigh tighter, his hips thrusting on their own.
"I know, honey, I know. Just a bit more," Nivalis whispered, biting her lower lip. Her fingers gripped the blanket she lay on, watching her son hump her leg, sweat shining on his pale bottom.
— "I can't..." Aster mumbled, pressing his forehead against her leg, panting. He stopped moving, but his hard penis continued to throb painfully against her skin. "I can't, Mom... It hurts too much. Let's just go to sleep," he mumbled, sounding defeated, looking up at her with tears in his golden eyes. He loosened the grip, his legs still wrapped around her, his little balls resting on her foot.
"Just a bit more, okay? Please, sweetheart, just a bit," Nivalis pleaded, reaching down to wipe away the tears. Her palm was cupped against his cheek, and her thumb gently brushed the soft skin, feeling the warmth of his face.
Aster hesitated, but when he t his mother's blue eyes, he couldn't help but comply. Taking a shaky breath, he resud the movents, slowly thrusting his hips against her smooth leg, his cheeks remaining in her hands. "You can do it, sweetie. Just a bit more," Nivalis encouraged him, giving him a soft, loving smile.
A few minutes later, her son's movents were back to the sa desperate pace. His hot, ragged breaths brushed against her skin, his golden eyes fixed on hers, and tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Nivalis kept encouraging him, whispering soft words of encouragent, hoping that even despite the pain, he would make it work.
But he couldn't do it no matter how long he continued or how hard he tried.
"Alright... stop, stop... stop, honey. It's enough," Nivalis finally whispered, gently brushing his hair from his flushed face. He imdiately obeyed, stopping his hips. "I-I... I will... Ugh..." she stuttered, swallowing her saliva. Her motherly instincts scread at her to do sothing to help him. And there is sothing she could do about it. She just doesn't want to.
But what else is she supposed to do? How can she leave him in such a state?
After a few long, silent monts, she took a deep breath and mumbled, "A-alright, honey," Nivalis looked up, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, her long eyelashes sticking together from saying sothing as awful. "L-let's do it... l-like b-before..." her lips trembled. She felt how her son carefully crawled up, his penis brushing against her skin, slowly so. But instead of sitting on her lap, he tightly hugged her, wrapping his little arms around her neck.
— "Mom... No," Aster whispered, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I'd rather have pain for the rest of my life than have you doing sothing you don't want to," he whispered against her skin. "Please, don't cry... Let's just think about what else we can do. It won't be necessary, I promise. We will find another way, sothing that won't hurt."
"Oh, sweetie..." Nivalis whispered, wrapping her arms around him, pressing his naked, skinny body against her large breasts. The crackling of the fire and the sound of their quiet breaths were the only things that could be heard inside the cave. Nivalis closed her eyes, letting tears fall on her son's shoulder.
"It's just... It's not only wrong, but I am also afraid you will hate when you grow up, sweetie... And that thought scares more than anything. I-I can't lose you... I can't," she whispered, pulling him even closer. His little penis poked her stomach, sending pulsating waves against her skin.
— "Mom... I can promise you that I will never, ever, ever hate you," Aster said, pulling away. Their gazes locked, their eyes shining with tears. "This I'm certain of like I am certain that the sun will rise tomorrow. Never," he whispered, using his little thumbs to wipe her tears.
"Asty..." Nivalis sobbed, looking at her son. "Promise that, no matter what, we will always be together, okay?" she sniffed, cupping his cheeks.
— "Always, Mom," he assured her, smiling softly. "I'll just marry you and Silvia, problem solved. And then we'll live happily ever after," he giggled, his mother's smile brightening the room. 'This phrase always makes her smile,' he thought, grinning warmly back.
"That's a deal, then," Nivalis giggled, leaning forward to kiss her son. Her hands gently cupped his little butt, pulling him closer to her face, accidentally making his penis slide up against her skin. Their lips touched, the taste of their tears mixed as they kissed. It lasted only for a mont, the wet, salty, teary kiss. But it was probably the best kiss Aster ever had.
"Now, let think of sothing to make the pain disappear, alright?" Nivalis whispered against his lips, smiling softly. Resting her forehead against his, she closed her eyes to think of what they could do. There has to be sothing other than her stroking his penis. Any idea will be better than that.
A minute turned into five, and his little shaft continued to send pulsating waves into her soft belly, giving her an idea. "It... might work..." Nivalis suddenly mumbled to herself, opening her blue eyes. She gently guided his butt up until he was standing on his feet. She didn't pay much attention to his little, now completely red penis twitching in front of her face; she simply leaned back on the bed.
After getting herself comfortable, she looked up at him, her glistening from sweat body shining in the firelight, her long, silver hair sprawled around her. Even the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy glistened in the flickering flas, her pink nipples standing erect.
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